Mice in the basement
1
For how long this winter will sag on the leads
How long that spring will be just a shadow in my eyes
Listen, no one mustn’t hear
Even the mice in the basement:
Take me away from here
2
They’ve already sang all the songs
And have played all the roles
Have hided to the pockets all their grated coins and the willpower
But they don’t hurt
The don’t hurt being shooted
The don’t hurt being played by others
They don’t write poems, when no one loves them.
3
With them we can check points
On their gravestones put our signs
Instead of the names
But still take a bow
We don’t have to open doors to them
And believe all their lies
And to dream without knowing yourself
But I am tired of it